Tears rolled down my cheeks at the sight of the ships of Mirkwood. A new surge of energy flowed through me and I fought harder and harder against the orcs. As the ships came in to land the armies of my kingdom charged in to battle giving us more time for Frodo and Sam. The whole army had a new life and was starting to kill more and more of our dreaded enemy. But I was so consumed in the fighting that I did not notice the events going on just behind me. Idril had taken a blow to her sword arm and could not raise her sword above her waist. I heard her scream and spun around to see an orc blade slicing down towards her. Suddenly there was a loud rumbling coming from inside Mordor. The ground shook and we were all knocked off balance, I took the opportunity to kill the orc before any damage could be done. Both armies stopped and looked toward Mount Doom. I strained my eyes and saw in the distance that cracks were appearing in the side of Mount Doom and lava was seeping down the mountainside. "Mount Doom is falling! The ring is destroyed!" I shouted. The evil creatures knew what had happened and they knew they were beaten. Sauron could not help them now. Most tried to flee and we killed all we could. When we had killed the last remaining orc on the battleground, we all erupted in to cheers. I wrapped Idril in my arms and held her as tightly as I could. We had survived! The rush of happiness I felt moved me until I was almost in tears, I had not felt this way in what felt like lifetimes! But remember what I said earlier? That trying to forget your problems would do no good? Well I was definitely right about that. As I was holding her, I could see over the top of her head to where my father was heading toward me. I now had to make the hardest choice of my life.